Rosita’s funeral had ended, but Sumaq’s grief was just beginning. In the dim light of his room, he lay on the bed, face buried in the pillow, his body trembling from sobs. The soft glow of the lamp barely illuminated the streaks of tears on his face.
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Eliana entered cautiously, her heart tightening at the sight of him like this.
—My love… —she whispered gently as she approached.
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But Sumaq didn’t respond. Inside him, a whirlwind of emotions consumed him: sadness, frustration, rage. Suddenly, an uncontrollable impulse took over, and he began throwing whatever was within reach. The sound of glass shattering against the floor echoed through the room, along with the dull thud of books hitting the ground.
—I promised to protect her after my father’s death… and I failed! —he shouted with a heart-wrenching voice.
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Eliana remained unmoved. She knew her husband was not a violent man; she knew him better than anyone. Instead of stepping back, she moved closer, sitting beside him on the bed. With trembling hands, she stroked his back, conveying the warmth of her love.
—It wasn’t your fault, love… No one could have known this would happen —she whispered tenderly.
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Sumaq breathed in short, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling as he tried to contain the pain tearing him apart. Eliana pulled him close to her chest and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
—I love you, Eliana… I don’t want to lose you too… —he whispered, clutching her with palpable fear in his voice.
—Shhh… You won’t lose me, darling. I’m here… I will always be here… —she murmured, gently stroking his hair.
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Over time, Sumaq’s breathing gradually calmed until he fell into a restless sleep. Eliana covered him with a blanket and quietly got up, closing the door behind her.
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Outside, in the living room bathed in the faint light of the moon streaming through the window, César and Liz waited with somber faces.
—How’s Sumaq? —asked César with concern.
Eliana sighed, crossing her arms with a defeated gesture.
—Bad… very bad… —she replied in a subdued tone.
Liz lowered her gaze, her expression reflecting sadness for her friend.
—It’s horrible to lose a mother like that… Although I must admit, Sumaq’s reaction of wanting to kill that entire Luciferis sect seemed… unrealistic —she said, a hint of bewilderment in her voice.
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Liz’s words echoed in Eliana’s mind. She closed her eyes for a moment, recalling that instant when Sumaq’s rage had erupted in a way she had never seen in him. Her husband had always been an honorable man, guided by reason and justice. But now… there was something different about him. Something unsettling.
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Meanwhile, in the dream world, a sinister shadow loomed over Sumaq.
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Inside his dream…
It was a memory from his childhood. He saw himself, a small child, running barefoot across the field, laughing purely and innocently. In front of him, arms open, was his mother, Rosita, waiting to embrace him warmly.
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Sumaq ran to her, hugging her tightly.
—Mom… I’m sorry I couldn’t save you… —he whispered, voice trembling.
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Rosita smiled at him sweetly, stroking his hair.
But something was strange. Something in her voice, her eyes… her smile.
—My son… I know you are a messenger of God —she said, in an unusually gentle tone—. Use this power you have to eliminate absolute evil… the Luciferis… those dark sects.
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Sumaq pulled back slightly, frowning in confusion.
—But that’s not what you taught me, Mom… That’s not right…
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Rosita’s expression remained serene, though a shadow of malice seemed to pass over her eyes.
—I know, my son… But God would be pleased if you destroy those religions that corrupt the world… —her tone was sweet, persuasive.
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Sumaq hesitated. Something inside him told him something was wrong… but the warmth of his mother enveloped him, making him feel safe.
—If you say so, mother… then… okay… —he whispered at last, yielding to her words.
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The smile on Rosita’s face widened, but for a brief moment, her eyes gleamed with a crimson flash.
—That’s my son… strong and brave… —she said, with a pride that wasn’t truly hers.
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At that moment, Rosita’s image distorted for a fraction of a second. Small horns, a wicked grimace, a dark presence hovered over Sumaq without him noticing.
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Lucifer had gotten what he wanted.
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Sumaq awoke with a start, his heart pounding. His mind was clouded, but his objective was clear: eliminate the Luciferis.
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